Chapter One
Stafford Ball, Surrey.
1813
A gently bred young lady of the ton had but one great expectation thrust upon her delicate shoulders and that was to marry well.
To marry, simply would not be enough.
One would have to find a most suitable match who was compatible with one’s wealth and social status, never mind if they would have driven each other out of their minds within a fortnight from their nuptials.
From the time she made her bow, Lady Evangeline Astor—or Evie, as she was known to her friends and family—had never questioned this, although she did find it quite amusing for young débutantes to treat the search for a husband as a quest akin to the search for the Holy Grail.
“Miss Annalise Covington has spilled her drink on her gown,” Lady Catherine Wilshire, one of Evie’s friends, sighed with sham solemnity. “Such a perfectly beautiful gown, too. A pity, really.”
At her words, Lady Alexandra Hadley giggled, hiding a mischievous, knowing smile with her fan. “And I suppose that was Lord Rowley who was solicitous enough to be of assistance.” She paused with a meaningful look and added, “That would make her the fourth for tonight.”
“Truly, she is getting far too bold,” Evie said with a shake of her head. “What if her Mama should find out?”
“Well, it is so very hard to tell when distinguishing faces is already an arduous enough task,” Cathy remarked. “Mark my words—Lady Covington will be none the wiser for it as long as they return before anyone notices.”
Indeed, her friend had a point—in a masquerade ball such as the one they were attending, it was so very hard to tell who was who. To add to one’s dilemma, some of the guests even purposefully altered their voices to seem like someone else entirely. It was enough to drive anyone insane.
“Well, if she does find out, Lord Rowley is considered quite a catch,” Alexandra added. “I think she would be more pleased than anything.”
Cathy smiled. “I heard they will be attending the Summer Festival together. Perhaps an announcement will be made soon.”
In that case, Lady Covington truly would not object to her daughter ‘spilling’ wine upon her dress again. If Lord Rowley had already expressed his intentions, then the dance of courtship could merely be considered as simply going through the motions.
“What about you, Evie? Will your Earl be in attendance this time?”
Evie felt a warmth creep up her cheeks at the mention of the Earl of Ripley. It was tradition for most of the women of the Astor family to have their marriages arranged. It had been the same thing for her mother and her grandmother before her. Besides, her brother knew her best. Surely, he would not have chosen a gentleman whose temperament would clash with hers.
Or so I hope, Evie prayed silently.
“He… has made no mention of it,” she murmured hesitantly, shifting her gaze just a little so she would not see the pitying looks her friends gave her.
In truth, Evie had seen very little of the Earl himself, although she had heard about him from her brother. The past two times that they had been set to meet had both been canceled, owing to the Earl’s busy schedule. Colin, her brother, certainly thought nothing of this, but inwardly, Evie was beginning to think that perhaps this gentleman who was to be her betrothed was much too busy to do much of anything else. A pitiful existence, one would think, but she had decided to reserve her judgment for when she finally did meet him.
“Well, there is certainly no reason why you cannot properly enjoy your time at the Summer Festival yourself!” Alex declared with a wide grin. “Even those fops from London will be descending on Surrey to join in on the festivities. Perhaps you can try your hand at spilling some juice on your dress too.”
“Oh, no, no, no!” Evie emphatically shook her head. “I cannot possibly!”
“Oh, but of course you can!” Alex laughed. “Come now—we are in a masquerade ball, are we not? No one will ever be able to tell!”
Evie wrinkled her nose at this. “Now, this is how scandals are started—it takes but one foolish idea—”
“—and a heart daring enough to test uncharted waters,” her friend finished firmly.
“I am going to be betrothed soon,” she primly reminded Alex. “It would not do well for me to be gallivanting about with some other gentleman before the betrothal is announced.”
“Well, I do not see the Earl of Ripley anywhere,” Alex scoffed. “And he certainly is taking his own sweet time in getting to know the woman he is bound to marry. Perhaps he requires a little push in the right direction. You know, steer him down the course.”
Cathy, who was ordinarily more reserved than Alex, could not help but agree. “Alex does have a point, Evie,” she said softly. “The Earl has declined to meet you twice already. He might be… ah, persuaded, once he realizes that although the race has already been handed to him, someone might still try to contest him.”
“I seriously doubt that anyone would even bother to,” Evie groaned. “I cannot believe I am hearing this from you, too, Cathy.”
Her brunette friend colored a little. “Well, a little harmless flirtation cannot be all that bad. It is nothing serious. Besides,” she pointed out, “you do not have a partner for the dance contest yet. You cannot keep waiting for when Lord Ripley will arrive for the Summer Festival.”
If he ever will.
The words hung silently over a glum Evie. Her friends certainly had valid points for their argument and she had been dying to join the dance contest since her coming out. Her own mother, the late Countess of Langley, had also joined the contest prior to her own betrothal and won it. If her father had no complaints about it, Evie gathered Colin would not protest overmuch if she joined in.
Besides, she had already agreed to the marriage he had arranged for her without a peep. As long as she adhered to etiquette, Colin should not have any complaints.
He would, however, object to a ‘harmless flirtation’ with another man.
Evie shook her head. “No, Colin would most likely kill me if I dared to be so…so…”
“So what?” a voice asked her teasingly from behind.
She whirled around and found her brother smiling affectionately at her. His blue eyes—so very much like her own—gleamed as he raised a dark eyebrow.
“Ladies,” he turned to Alex and Cathy with a charming smile. “I certainly hope you are not filling my sister’s head with mischief.”
“Oh no! Certainly not!” Cathy squeaked, turning pink in mortification.
Alex, meanwhile, had adopted a look of absolute innocence and even managed to look a little offended at the insinuation. “We would not dream of it, My Lord!”
As her brother teased and charmed her two friends, Evie’s gaze flicked briefly over to his masked companion. He was tall with broad shoulders, his lips devoid of the practiced smile that was common amongst the gentlemen of the ton. When her eyes met his, she saw the corner of his lips lift in a slight smirk and she felt a tingling sensation dance delicately down her spine.
That has never happened before, she thought to herself.
However, it vanished as quickly as she felt it and the next thing she knew, Colin and his friend had turned away from their small group. Evie could not help but feel an odd sense of loss when that strange gentleman walked away.
He did not even introduce himself, she thought ruefully.
“Well, that was certainly entertaining, coming from your brother!” Alex remarked huffily with a slight shake of her head.
Evie blinked. “What do you mean?”
“Why, him reminding us to stick to propriety at all times,” her friend replied with a wry smile. “Considering his reputation as a rake, we should be the ones watching out for the likes of him!”
“Well, first of all, he is not a rake,” Evie pointed out gently.
“Is, too,” Cathy chimed in. “Even my Mama has warned me not to be too comfortable with him.”
“Only because he has friends who follow in such an alignment,” Evie argued. “But Colin would never dare do something so ungentlemanly. I know him.”
“So do half the young ladies of London,” Alex snickered goodnaturedly. “And a quarter of them are absolutely convinced your brother will marry them and make them the next Countess of Langley.”
“Colin is simply… friendly.”
“Why do you think he is so concerned you will fall for the schemes of other rakes?” Cathy asked her.
“Because he knows the way they operate, that is why!” Alex finished for her.
Evie shook her head. “Well, he is far too busy with matters of greater import than to indulge in half the debauchery he is being accused of.”
“As busy as the Earl of Ripley, perhaps?”
“Not this again!” Evie groaned.
“Evie,” Cathy reached out and squeezed her hand with a worried look on her face. “You know that Alex and I would not object so much if we could see that this Earl values you as much as you deserve, but…” she trailed off and bit her lower lip.
“For all we know, he could be indulging in a dalliance before the announcement of your betrothal,” Alex scoffed. “I hardly doubt a gentleman truly could be too busy for a lady. If he wanted to show up, what is stopping him?”
Evie sighed softly. As much as she wanted to contest what her friends were saying, she knew that they were only advising her because they were worried about her impending betrothal to a man she had never once met—and who kept making excuses to avoid meeting her.
“Dearest, this is your one last chance to see more of the world for yourself,” Alex teased her softly. “You know that most arranged marriages leave more to be desired. Would you rather be married having never known the thrill of a little dalliance?”
There was some truth there. Her own parents had not been in love in the way the poets declared, although her mother seemed quite contented in her role as the Countess of Langley. She had always told Evie that her children were the greatest joy in her life, but she never spoke of her marriage.
“That is precisely the kind of statement that can get you into all sorts of trouble!” she pointed out instead.
“I never said that you were going to take it so seriously!” Alex replied defensively. “Just… live a little more, Evie. Feel how it is to have a gentleman express his attraction for you.”
Evie looked down and bit her lower lip. Alex certainly had a way of persuading with words. The young woman was blessed with a tongue of the finest silver and she soon found herself wavering.
In any case, she was hardly going to do anything inappropriate. After all, young ladies all over London had employed the same tactics to win the attentions of suitors since time immemorial. They certainly did not marry all of the men they flirted with, so what harm could a little flirtation do?
When she thought about it… not much, really.
Besides, it would at least get Cathy and Alex off her case and relieve some of their worries for her.
She might even be able to find a partner for the Summer Festival. Was that not a favorable situation overall?
“All right, all right,” she relented with a helpless look. “What would you have me do?”
The mischievous grin on Alex’s face somehow told her that she might be in for more trouble than she initially anticipated.
Her friend leaned in and in a low voice, whispered, “Now, Evie dearest, this is what you must do…”
Chapter Two
“Absolutely not!”
Indignation was clear on her face as both Alex and Cathy pleaded with her to lower her voice, lest she attract the disapproving eyes of those who upheld ladylike etiquette above all that was holy.
Evie glared at Alex, absolutely aghast. “I will not do something so…so…”
“All right, so perhaps that was a little too obvious,” her friend capitulated with a thoughtful look. “And that scheme has been utilized an unprecedented number of times tonight to be hardly noteworthy.” She paused and tapped her chin with a pensive expression. “We might have to be a little more inventive…”
“I am so happy you are pouring so much of your creativity into this undertaking,” Evie groused, while Cathy only tried to stifle a soft laugh. “I do not see the point in ruining a perfectly good gown just for some entertainment. Besides, what am I supposed to wear after I spill the wine on my dress?”
“A good point,” Cathy noted. “It would be quite embarrassing to walk around with a stain on your dress.”
“And my honor!” Evie added in protest.
Alex smirked and raised an eyebrow at her. “So, what do you suggest to do instead?”
“Nothing as childish and cliché, I should hope,” she muttered, shaking her head.
She managed to acquire a glass of wine from one of the passing footmen. The fragrance from the burgundy depths wafted delicately up to her nose. It was a most tantalizing brew, indeed. A pity, however, that she did not mean to enjoy it.
Evie tilted her head back slightly as she downed the wine, drawing a shocked look from Alex and a slightly scandalized one from Cathy. In all the years she had known the two, she had never displayed a proclivity for alcohol, and even as she delicately handed the glass to another passing footman, she felt the warmth rising up to her cheeks.
“Well, that was certainly… unexpected,” Alex muttered in sheer astonishment. “I cannot say that I am unimpressed.”
Evie smiled triumphantly at her friend. “Now that we have dispensed with that, I shall henceforth take my leave of you both.”
“Now, even I am impressed,” Cathy said with a slight shake of her head.
Evie shot her friends a grin over her shoulder before she turned away and headed for one of the doors that led out to the back rooms. A ball usually stretched on for an interminably long time and it was not unusual for young women to require the use of an empty room. Of course, there were also those who used these rooms for something more inappropriate, but she was not one of them, despite what her friends thought she was setting out to do.
She sighed as she made her way to the balcony. Her face was getting uncomfortably hot and a breath of the brisk night air might be enough to cool her down.
It was also fortunately empty, which meant she could make use of it to linger for a few moments and hopefully manage to convince Alex and Cathy that she had managed to tryst with some unfortunate fellow.
Or I could just tell them that I did attempt at it, Evie thought as she lifted her gaze up to the night sky. I would not be lying if I claimed to fail at that endeavor, though…
Unlike all the other young ladies of the ton who set out to find a suitable match for themselves right after they made their bow, she had never had to apply her efforts in that direction. She might not admit it to others, but Evie knew that she was woefully lacking in the art of flirtation, never having the need for it.
In any case, it would be too late to start learning it now, she sighed inwardly to herself.
After the summer, she would wed the Earl of Ripley and there would be no need to learn a skill that was going to go largely unused. It would be much better to apply her efforts to something else, like learning how to better manage a household or throw a grand ball.
She leaned over the railing with a soft exhale. A delicate breeze blew past her, cooling her heated cheeks. When she was alone like this, she could pretend to leave the world and all its foibles behind. She needed not to think about Lord Ripley or her future in an arranged marriage.
Just like this, she could simply be Evie. She could simply exist as herself, without having to fit into some mold or step into a role she did not choose for herself.
But what was it like to truly live for oneself? It seemed like such a thrilling thought, so exhilarating and yet, so dangerously uncertain.
Evie shook her head as if to clear her head of such dangerous thoughts—when she heard the unmistakable sound of footsteps from behind her.
Immediately, she stiffened, her heart racing in her chest at the thought of being alone with another.
“Why are you so afraid?” a small voice taunted her in her head. “You are never going to find this much excitement in your life with the Earl, anyway. Why should you not be glad for this opportunity?”
She whirled around, her chin tilted slightly in defiance to face whoever it was that dared to disrupt her peace.
Instead, she was shocked to find a tall man who had forgone the use of a mask, baring his features for all to see him.
And who could blame him, really? If Evie had looked anywhere as handsome as he did as a gentleman, she might have felt the obnoxious compulsion to show off her face everywhere she went.
A square jaw, aquiline nose, and sensuous lips—she could name at least a dozen young ladies in the ballroom who would collapse at the sight of such a face. In the dim light, she could not make out the exact color of his eyes, but his hair was a deep gold. His chin was tilted—not in defiance as hers was, but with the arrogance of a man who knew his place in the world.
She felt her hand grasp at the baluster behind her, her eyes narrowing as their gazes locked. He seemed strangely familiar to her, but she was quite certain she had never seen him before.
Evie had been to more than three Seasons and she knew very well that there were hardly any coincidences in a world as artificial as the one she lived in. Everything was contrived, even when it did not appear so at first glance.
Just who was this man before her and what was he doing out on the balcony at the very moment she sought refuge in it?
***
Julian could not believe his luck.
He had barely managed to get Colin off his back and made his way to the balcony for a breather, when he found that it was already otherwise occupied by a young woman with eyes the color of icy sapphires glittering from behind her ornate mask.
She regarded him with the haughtiness of a queen, looking down at him from her raised chin, when the top of her coif barely reached his shoulder.
He had not thought he would encounter such a beauty outside of London, but he was perfectly fine with being wrong this time.
“Well, well, well… what do we have here?” he said in a low, teasing voice, arching his eyebrow as he regarded her with keen interest. When she bristled at his words, he found himself all the more intrigued by this creature before him.
“I could say the same of you,” she returned with icy hauteur. “Who are you and what are you doing here? Did my friends send you after me?”
He smiled at that. “I do not need anyone to tell me what to do, least of all your friends—whoever they are.”
She studied him suspiciously. “So, you came here of your own volition? Nobody persuaded you to do so?”
“Why would I need to be persuaded to seek out the company of a beautiful young lady such as yourself?” Julian laughed lowly.
She looked at him as if she could not believe what he had just said. She did not seem like an impressionable and naive débutante, but she was nowhere near his league when it came to the art of flirtation.
Or it could be that she was simply not interested—a matter that could be remedied with very little effort on his part.
“You, My Lord, are possessed of a silver tongue,” she sighed with a hapless look. “I am afraid that your skills may be better put to use on another poor soul.”
He smirked. “But what if I insist on using it on you?”
She peered at him from beneath her lashes and he nearly reeled back in shock before he caught himself. She did not appear to be aware of it, but that simple glance was a masterpiece in artful seduction, heating his blood without much effort.
How the hell did she do that, Julian wondered to himself. Never before had someone managed to affect him with a simple glance. It was rather unnerving.
“In that case,” she said simply, her voice lowering almost to a purr. “You will find your efforts wasted.”
“We will never know unless I try.” He managed a crooked smile at her.
She let out a slight giggle, covering her mouth with a single gloved hand. “Are you a rake, My Lord?”
“A rake?” he scoffed. “Absolutely not!”
In response, she laughed outright, and he found himself leaning into the sound. In the darkness, it was as if her eyes glowed with mirth as her red lips curved into a bow.
“Not a very good one either,” she added with a slight smile, dealing yet another blow to his bruised ego.
How dare this slip of a girl make fun of him? However, Julian found himself enjoying this strange conversation immensely. It was hardly the exchange of words one expected as a prelude to less innocent dealings, but he found himself very much enticed.
Hooked. Snared. Unable to break free from the spell she must somehow have cast over him.
He stepped forward and she leaned back, her brow scrunching into the most adorable frown he had ever seen.
Frowning? Adorable? Julian thought he might have gone a little mad from being in her presence too long.
“I suggest you take a step back, My Lord,” she warned him.
He simply smiled as he reached out to her. “You… have something on your face.”
“I do?”
“Yes,” he murmured hoarsely, leaning in to brush his fingers over her cheek. The smoothness of her skin, the warmth of it, caused him to take in a sharp breath.
“Did you… manage to wipe it off?” she asked him softly.
He nodded as he placed his hand over hers on the stone railing. She was no longer leaning away from him and he was made intensely aware of just how delightful it was to be in such close proximity to this mysterious beauty.
Her warm breath fanned over his skin, heating his blood to distraction. A light fragrance wafted from her skin and her hair, sending delicate tendrils to wrap around his senses.
His hand trailed from her cheek down to her jaw as his gaze dropped to her lips—softly pink and luscious, they invited him for a taste.
Julian knew that he was playing with fire, but like the proverbial moth, he was inevitably drawn to her light and the scalding heat that flared brightly between them.
His hand slipped to the back of her neck, her gaze searing him as it met his. Vaguely, Julian was aware that he should not be doing this. At least not in the open where anyone may walk in on them and give this nameless beauty a good reason to trap him in matrimony.
He had known many men who had fallen prey to such schemes and vowed that he would never join in their ranks.
However, when his lips touched hers, his mind was soon emptied of all thought and logic. All that mattered to him was the woman in his arms and the fact that her fingers curled into his biceps, her soft lips opening up to his own.
He had seduced a great many women before. Why was he now feeling as if it was him currently adrift in such a stormy sea of passion?
Chapter Three
The first touch of his lips was like a spark to the kindling of her soul. When his lips moved upon hers in a torrid kiss that robbed her of all sense and logic, Evie felt as if she had just burst into flames right there on the balcony.
She was no longer Lady Evangeline Astor of Langley Manor, sister to the present Earl of Langley. No, she was a creature of pure flame and passion and this man—this stranger—was the one who stoked her fires most avidly.
Her very skin tingled, as if it craved even his slightest touch. When his hand wandered further down her back to her derrière, a strange hardness pressing against her belly, she let out a stunned gasp that was swallowed by the fierceness of his kiss.
“So magnificent,” she heard him murmur against her flushed cheek. “And I have not even beheld your face yet.”
Evie’s eyes fluttered close as his hand tugged at the ribbons behind her head that held her mask in place.
“I… I do not think you should do that,” she protested halfheartedly. “This is a masquerade, after all…”
His soft, low laugh trickled into her ears, the sound as rich and decadent as dark velvet.
“I should think that we are well past these trivial rules, my sweet,” he replied, voice dripping with amusement.
Evie had the distinct impression that this man before her was someone who did whatever he wanted and never considered the consequences. Was it recklessness that spurred his actions? Quite possibly.
Arrogance? Most certainly.
She had met enough men to know that those who dared were the ones who were either simply rash with not much thought left to echo in their skulls, or they could be extremely confident of their own capabilities.
Her present companion fit squarely into the latter category.
Moments later, she felt the cool evening breeze on her heated skin as he drew the mask away from her face, revealing her features to his gaze.
She slowly opened her eyes and saw him gazing upon her most intently. His eyes were dark, swirling with a deep hunger that struck a chord within her. It was thrilling in the darkest, most sensual way.
It was also rather jarring.
Evie sucked in a deep breath as the haze of desire dissipated. The spell he seemed to have cast over her lifted.
She shook her head as if to clear the last vestiges of the maze that clouded her thinking.
I must be going out of my mind, she thought to herself with dawning horror. To think that anyone could have walked in on them and raised such a ruckus. The resulting blow to her reputation would be nothing short of disastrous!
“No, no, no…” she groaned. “This is wrong.”
She did not even notice the dark frown that clouded his handsome features as she found the strength to finally push him away.
“What the—!” he burst out in surprise.
She did not even care that he seemed shocked by the sudden shift in her temperament.
He must be a rake, she reminded herself resolutely as she stumbled back into the brightly lit corridor, past the back rooms that she had thought to seek refuge in initially. The night was still young and there were still a few more hours to go before the first guests started to depart. He had more than enough time to find another lady who would willingly succumb to his advances.
And yet, the thought of it somehow incensed her for no good reason at all!
She must have been wearing an expression akin to that of a thundercloud in the middle of a bright, sunny day, for Alex’s brilliant smile immediately turned into one of worry the moment she spied Evie returning.
“Is something amiss, dearest?” she asked her cautiously, keeping her tone quiet so as not to attract the notice of gossips. She ran her keen gaze over Evie and frowned. “Did somebody—”
Evie shook her head vehemently. “No, nothing of that vile sort. I only happened to chance upon someone so dreadful that it has made the entire experience…” She trailed off when her gaze was drawn to a familiar figure walking into the ballroom.
Tall and broad-shouldered, he walked into the room with an air of self-assurance that was hard to imitate. His thick, dirty blond hair gleamed a dull gold under the light of the crystal chandelier. A slight smile curled at his lips as his eyes swept across the ballroom almost impassively.
“Has made the entire experience what, Evie?” Cathy asked her quietly, drawing her attention from the strange man who had made his appearance. Her friend followed the line of her gaze to the newcomer and her lips pressed into a grim line.
Evie merely offered her friend a halfhearted smile. “It has made the entire experience distasteful, that is all,” she managed to say.
“Oh, how simply awful!” Alex shook her head ruefully. “And I had thought a little misadventure might do you more good before your impending engagement.”
“Well, there is really no stopping the inevitable,” Evie sighed. “And it would matter very little whether I indulged in a dalliance before it does happen.”
Provided the Earl of Ripley showed up, of course, a snide voice added in her head. A pity, though, that I never got his name…
“I just hope that this Earl of yours lives up to the expectation your brother has been building up for the better part of the past few years,” Alex remarked dryly. “If I was in your place, I would have never agreed to it.”
Cathy playfully swatted at their friend with her fan. “Perhaps that is why your parents have become more exasperated with you as of late!” she chided, although there was not a single drop of rancor in her tone. “You mustn’t liken Evie to yourself—she is far more reasonable than you ever will be.”
“True,” Alex grinned. “But you both love me anyway.”
“It is not like we have any other choice,” Evie sighed in mock resignation.
“Hey!”
The three young ladies burst into a round of giggles as they fluttered their fans and turned their conversations once more to which gentleman was courting which lady, as well as which ones were to most likely meet with success in their most noble pursuits of acquiring a most suitable match before the end of the Season.
As Cathy and Alex traded notes on which gentlemen their mothers would most likely approve of, Evie could not help but wonder if she was missing out by having her brother arrange her marriage for her. Such had been the tradition in their family that she had never even thought to question it.
Based on her observation, most marriages in the ton—no matter how titillating their courtships had been, or how scandalous their dowries—had always been tempered by propriety.
At best, a married couple might live in some semblance of harmony, as her own parents had. There was no grand passion between them—at least, not in the way the books and poets had described it, but they had managed a more peaceful coexistence than most.
At worst, husband and wife would antagonize each other, as if to see which one would be more successful at pushing the other into an early grave. None of them so overt, of course, as it would be considered extremely vulgar to speak of such things outside the privacy of one’s own home.
Evie could only hope that her marriage with the Earl of Ripley would resemble that of her parents more than the latter. However, when she thought of how that stranger had approached her so boldly on the balcony, how he’d held and kissed her as if her very existence burned him, she could not help but long for more of the same.
How thoroughly exasperating, he would continue to affect me so when I know so little of him!
But perhaps, it was better this way—if she had known more about him, it would only make things more complicated and Evie very much liked order in her life. She was not as comfortable with the notion of taking risks as Alex was.
And she most certainly did not need a rake to upend her life and throw everything into chaos!
***
Julian felt his usual smile slipping as his gaze swept over the room once more and he failed to see the young lady he had met on the balcony. Had she already left the ball, then? It was much too early to abscond without drawing too much attention.
“Oh, there you are! We have been looking all over for you!” a boisterous voice exclaimed.
Julian inclined his head slightly to find a man with a most affable smile, his dark brown hair slightly tousled as if he could not have been bothered to run a brush through it prior to leaving his own residence. However, since he was the Viscount of Bastwick, Edmund walked with a certain immunity to whatever the gossips may say of him.
“I see you have found your way to Surrey as well, my friend,” he grinned at Edmund, raising his glass of wine slightly.
The Viscount affected a look of mock horror. “And miss all the entertainment of this Summer’s Festival?” He shook his head in sham disappointment. “I would have thought you knew me better than that.”
Julian smirked. Of course, there was the much-vaunted Summer Festival, when a great crowd would descend upon Surrey to join in on the festivities. Only the most fastidious of the ton would forgo the merriment of such an occasion.
It had also acquired a sort of infamy for gathering the most notorious rakes of London to the countryside.
“How could he ever forget that you would be well in your element?” Colin remarked with a snort. “But do keep away from Evie.”
“Yes, yes, of course,” Edmund replied with a casual wave of his hand. “I would never dream of dallying with your sister. Heaven forbid if I should be forced to become in-laws with you.” He shuddered visibly at the thought and Julian let out a slight laugh.
Both men were well aware of Colin’s protectiveness when it came to his younger sister. With that, he firmly crossed off Lady Evangeline Astor—and all the trouble she might bring—off of his list for the summer.
Or anytime in the foreseeable future.
“And keep well away from her friends,” the Earl added with a slight frown. “Evie would never let me hear the end of it if she found out about it.”
The Viscount looked a little aggrieved at the prospect that some young ladies were apparently off-limits, but what was a small handful compared to the crush that would be descending upon the countryside in the next few days? He recovered his good spirits almost immediately.
Julian, however, merely snorted and sipped at his wine. He had already found for himself a far more interesting young lady with whom he might occupy his time in Surrey. The only issue was that he had not the faintest clue who she was.
But with the whole summer ahead of him, it was truly only a matter of time before he came across her once more. By that time, he would have more from her than just a stolen kiss.
Maybe he would have a name to go with it.
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